Sacrosanct
Too hallowed to dismantle.
Traces of some places
remembered in a way
inviolate, they stay untouched
Yet they are here to stay.
Some thoughts I’ve caught are sacrosanct.
sit on a higher mantle
secure, safe, and sacred
Too hallowed to dismantle.
They laugh and linger restlessly.
seeking some expression
stored in the memory long ago
There since their inception.
They leak into my memory.
then wash my inner senses
and metamorphose into thoughts
Side-stepping my defences.
Once these thoughts materialise,
they wander through my mind
and seek an apt expression
In the core beneath the rind.
In places never visited.
on far and distant shores
washed up on untrodden sands
We are opening new doors.
Many thoughts I’ve left behind
untouchable and protected
stay sacrosanct and transmogrified
It is gathered and then collected.
And as the years drift on by
I fly by shifting sands.
and as I try to reach the sky
Attach the missing strands.
©
David Rudder
2022
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